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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.