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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.