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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.