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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Nas,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.