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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.