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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.