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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.