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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.