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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.