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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.