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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.