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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.