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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.