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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.