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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.