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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.