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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.