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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.