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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.