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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.