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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.