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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.