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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.