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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.