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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.