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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.