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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Visage,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.