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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Scion,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.