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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.