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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Black Pus,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.