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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.