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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.