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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Smog,
Visage,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
UT,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.