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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.