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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.