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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.