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 Serbia and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Skarface,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.