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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.