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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Cowsills 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.