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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.