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 Armenia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.