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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.