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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.