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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.