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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
UT,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.