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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.