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 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.