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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.