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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.