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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.