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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.