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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.