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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Nico,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.