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 Botswana and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.