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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.