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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.