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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Chrome,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.