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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Shoche,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.