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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.