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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.