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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.