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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Television,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.