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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.