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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.