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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Technova,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.