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 Libya and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.