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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.