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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.