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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Index,
Scientists,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.