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 India and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Television,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.