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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.