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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.