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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.