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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Television,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.