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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.