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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.