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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.