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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.