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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.