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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Television,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.