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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.