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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.