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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.