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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.