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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.