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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
ABC,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.