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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.