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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.