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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.