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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.