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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.