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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.