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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 X-101 to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.