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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.