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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.