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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Unwound,
Faust,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.