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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.