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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.