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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.