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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.