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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.