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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.