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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.