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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.