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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.