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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.