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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.