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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.