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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.