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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.