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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.