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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Chrome,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.