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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.