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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.