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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.