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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.