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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.