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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.