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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.