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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.