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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Slave,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.