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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.