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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.