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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.