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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
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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.