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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.