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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.