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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.