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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 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 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.