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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.