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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.