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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.