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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Names,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.