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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.