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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.