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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.