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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Wire,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.