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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.