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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.