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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Index,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.