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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.