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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.