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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Grauzone 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.