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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.