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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.