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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Nico,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.