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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.