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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.