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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.