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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.