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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.