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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.