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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.