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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.