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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.