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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Urselle,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.