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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.