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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Pylon,
Scion,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.