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 China and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.