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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Litter to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.