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 China and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.