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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.