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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.