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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.