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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.