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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.