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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.