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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.