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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.