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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.