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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.