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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.