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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
June of 44,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.