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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Move,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.