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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.