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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.