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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.