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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Visage,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.