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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.