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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.