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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.