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 France and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.