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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.