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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.