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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.