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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.