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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Television,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.