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 Libya 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 ABC to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.