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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.