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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.