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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.