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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.