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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.