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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.