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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.