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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Names,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.