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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.