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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.