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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
AZ,
Cluster,
Organ,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.