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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.