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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.