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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.