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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.