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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.