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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.