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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.