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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.