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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.