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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Saints,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.