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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
PIL,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.