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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.