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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.