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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.