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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.