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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.