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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.