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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
10cc,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.