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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.