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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.