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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Evens to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.