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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Yazoo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.