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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Q65,
PIL,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.