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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.