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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.