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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.