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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Josef K 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.