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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.