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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.