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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.