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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Count Five to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Nico,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.