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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.