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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
UT,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.