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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.