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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.