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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.