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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.