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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.