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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.