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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.