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 France and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Wyatt,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.