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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Visage,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.