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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.