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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Scion,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Index,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.