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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.