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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.