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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.