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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.