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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.