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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Technova,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.