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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.