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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.