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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.