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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.