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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.