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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.