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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.