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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Little Man,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.