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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.