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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.