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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
New Order,
The Evens,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.