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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.