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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.