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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.