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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Slave,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.