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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.