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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.