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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.