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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.