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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.