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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.