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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.