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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.