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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.