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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.