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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 X-102 to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.