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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.