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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.