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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.