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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.