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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.