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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.