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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.