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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.