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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.