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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Swans,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.