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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.