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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.