Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.