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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.