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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Organ to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.