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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.