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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.