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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.