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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.