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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.