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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.