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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.