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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.