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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.