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 China and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.