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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.