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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.