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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.