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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Josef K to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.