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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.