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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Television,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.