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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.