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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Can,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.