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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.