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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.