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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.