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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.