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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.