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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.