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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.