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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.