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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.