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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.