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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.