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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.