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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.