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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.