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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.