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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
ABC,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Monks,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.