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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.