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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.