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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.