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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.