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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 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 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.