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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.