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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Chrome,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.