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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.