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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.