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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.