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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.