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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.