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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.