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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.