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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.