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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Faust,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.