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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.