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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.