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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.