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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Franke,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.