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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.