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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.