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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.