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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.