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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.