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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.