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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.