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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
AZ,
Cymande,
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You don't know what you really want.