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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.