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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.