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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.