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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cluster to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
X-102,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Gong,
Jandek,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.