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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Wire,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.