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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.