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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.