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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.