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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.