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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Hoover,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.