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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.