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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.