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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.