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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.