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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.