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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.