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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Pole,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.