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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.