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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.