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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Skaos,
PIL,
June Days,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.