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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.