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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
The Wake,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.