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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.