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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.