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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
CMW,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.