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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.