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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.