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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.