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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
JFA,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.