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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
X-101,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.