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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.