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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Gong,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.