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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.