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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.