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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.