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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Magma,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.