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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.