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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.