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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.