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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.