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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.