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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 10cc to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.