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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.