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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Magma,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.