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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.