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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.