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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Crime,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.