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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.