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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
cv313,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.