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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.