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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.