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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Fear,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Names,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.