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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.