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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.