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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.