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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.