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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Roger Hodgson 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.