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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.