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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.