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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.