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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.