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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.