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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.