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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.