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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
CMW,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.