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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.