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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.