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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
10cc,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.