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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.