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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.