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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.