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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.