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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.