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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.