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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.