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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.