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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Zapp,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.