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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.