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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.