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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.