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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.