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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.