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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.