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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.