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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Organ,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.