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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.