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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron 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?
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.