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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.