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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.