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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.