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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.