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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.