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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.