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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.