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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bill Near to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.