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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Brick,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.