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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.