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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.