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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.