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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.