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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.