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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.