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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Kinks to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.