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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.