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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.