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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.