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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.