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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.