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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.