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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
PIL,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.