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 Niger 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.