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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Move,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.