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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.