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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.