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 India and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.