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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Japan,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.