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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Erasure,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.