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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.