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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.