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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.