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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.