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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.