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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Moebius,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
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.