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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.