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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.