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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.