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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.