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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.