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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
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.