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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.