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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.