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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.