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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.