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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Organ,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.