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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.