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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Names,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.