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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.