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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.