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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s 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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.