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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.