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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.