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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.