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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.