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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Cymande,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.