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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.