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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.