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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.