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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.