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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
cv313,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.