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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.