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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.