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 Indonesia and from London.
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 Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.