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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.