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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.