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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.