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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Cale,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.