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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.