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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.