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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.