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 France and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.